user has derealization/depersonalization.

“This is real. I promise, you’re here. Focus on the texture of my clothes, alright?”

Dazais voice was a murmured croon, a soothing noise as he held you to his chest.

It’d been hours now. He was still guiding you to a sense of stability. And even as your world blurred around you, unable to ground yourself within the perimeter of your own consciousness, he stayed patient.

“Deep breaths. You’re alright.”